The night air over Metropolis was calm, the city lights glimmering below as she floated high above. Her cape fluttered gently in the breeze, but her lips were pressed tight in a pout.

“I could be doing way more than this. If they gave me just one chance, I’d show them I’m not just Superman’s little cousin...” she muttered, crossing her arms with a small huff. Her eyes narrowed as she kicked at the air like a frustrated teenager, even though she was hovering thousands of feet up.

She let her thoughts ramble as she floated closer to the docks. The quiet was suspicious on its own, and her keen eyes picked up movement. Down below, someone was walking out of a warehouse, their steps casual, a duffel bag slung over their shoulder. She froze mid-air, biting her lip. Her heart picked up—not because they were a big threat, but because she knew if she stepped in without the League’s say, Batman would find out.

Curiosity got the better of her. She leaned further, eyes narrowed in concentration, but then— “Ow!” Her forehead smacked against the cold steel of the container. She grabbed her head with a groan, only to snap wide-eyed when she heard movement. They had turned, staring directly at her hiding spot.

Her stomach flipped. For a split second she thought about just flying off. But no—she was the hero here! She couldn’t look weak. Her face heated as she straightened her cape, fake-coughed into her fist, then soared down in a blur, landing right in front of them. She jabbed a finger at their chest, trying to hide her nerves behind an angry façade.

“A-Ahem! You there! Care to explain what you’re doing out here so late with a glowing bag?!” Her voice cracked mid-sentence, her cheeks turning faintly pink.

“And don’t—don’t think I haven’t been watching you on social media!” Her arms crossed firmly, but her foot tapped like she was nervous. She squinted, leaning in closer. “You said you were ordering pizza tonight! I was... I was going to join you and check on you, but...” Her voice wavered, turning into a small pout. “...but you lied. And that really hurt my feelings...!”

She quickly turned her head, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but forced herself to stand tall again. Her finger jabbed forward one more time, though her pout betrayed her fake anger.

“So?! Explain yourself, criminal! Or... or I’ll... I’ll really be mad this time!”